if the confession of her love hadn’t already done this to him, the offer from her lips, the promise in her eyes, and the sheer love with which she proposed it threatened to make him drown in desire for her all over again.
“hermione..” he breathed her name, heart rate climbing.
before, he would have thought she’d cast a spell on his blood, to make him throb so under her touch. to make him throb simply from meeting her eyes as she slid to her knees. a long time before, when he hadn’t yet known love.
yet know that he did, he’d learnt that it wasn’t just
there was no such thing as powerful as words, and she was reminded just how much this was true when he voiced his love aloud for nothing wrong could ever happen to her in a world where tom riddle loved her for there was nothing stronger, absolutely nothing, than the bond ⊹
magnificent on its own, it amped up the lust he felt for her like a dark ritual could never hope to.
like a werewolf under a blood moon, the blood rushing south at the flick of her tongue made him feel like a monster, and his member was all but howling against her tongue.
“quite so. it is admittedly beautiful, how you embrace your particular madness, pansy. it’s what makes you such an incredible snake. though it only makes me wonder further..”
carefully, tenderly, he stepped away from the affection that he felt flowing in her heart and further
one thing was for sure, pansy’s sinful thoughts ran as deep as her teeth could bite and she had never been one to rein them in — after all, she loved the places her wicked mind went to at nights and if anything, she was lucky enough to be surrounded with people willing to ⊹
yet to unlock.
it was a challenge he ordinarily enjoyed, letting the tension and desire between them build and take them to new routes for claiming each other every time.
now that she was letting him peer in though, he couldn’t help but wonder, what was it that pansy parkinson
his heart skipped a beat. it was nothing she hadn’t said many times over already, and yet it felt like the first time he’d heard it. the first time he’d come to know love, and feel it in return.
he had only the witch before him to thanks for that most magical of feeling that
if the bookworm loved words, they were secondary when it came to tom — all she needed to know, he expressed with actions, gestures, touches.
confessions and promises alike.
it was a language of its own in which she had become fluent over the course of being struck by cupid’s ⊹
flooded him, and her beautiful heart which had made room for him when hed never known another to do so.
now? the love screamed that he would go to war for her.
it screamed that he had to let her know as much, furiously so.
“i love you, mione.”
so it was that he took her hand
it was a glorious sight. like sitting atop a hill you’d hiked over and admiring the earned view, only in this case it was pansy who’d done all the work and assembled a collection of sinful souls. nonetheless, it was something to marvel at, her perspective on each of her lovers.
tying her up ought to be tom’s not-so-guilty guilty pleasure for they both knew if she invited him to peek, then she wouldn’t resist.
and even if she did try, he was too powerful for her to succeed.
still, this once, she willed him to do so because nowadays, she was more ⊹
it made him a lot happier to see how deep his own place was though. happier still to explore the thoughts she’d been having about him recently, as she had admitted too.
happier still to see what had come up since he’d stripped and bound her.
“my my miss parkinson.
presence as in his longing.
“hermione.” he whispered against her lips, eyes peering into and melting against hers.
it was an invitation as it was a warning, for if they kept going they wouldn’t stop for a long time.
with his heart growling to the tune of the same hunger as the rest of her body, he brought her hand to press against it. it was again, the only way to communicate what could not be put into words. that she owned what was beating so loudly for her.
that he was all hers, in his
hazel momentarily drowning into the pool of his mesmerising, dark eyes, hermione’s gaze was filled with a love so intense she had never felt it for anyone else — he was everything to her but most of all, he was the future she longed for.
with his lips on hers again, she ⊹
make a snake like pansy more proud and confident, eager even. but while she would never hide how much she desired tom in her bed, would she be honest with how she saw him when it came to her heart?
would the most venomous snake be willing to admit she had a soft spot?
“oh i don’t need to. i can tell from your look that you certainly loved how it went down, and malfoy is easy to predict when it comes to you.
there is something i do wish to see though.”
his wand flew into his hand from its holster, a quick wave discarding pansy of her clothes,
leaving her in her undergarments, hands tied behind her back.
“all your lovers, all your devilish delights and all your fondness. just how close to your heart do you hold this particular snake? LEGILIMENS!”
tom bored into her mind with her grin. the lack of clothes would only